To know that all is well, even if late will come to know it, is at least some gain.

The truth is always the strongest argument.

For God hates utterly the bray of bragging tongues.

Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death--what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.

The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.

It is a painful thing to look at your own trouble and know that you yourself and no one else has made it.

In season, all is good.